Love Unscripted

✨ Chapter Three:Trouble in the Principal Office

Trust me, Principal Michelle, I didn’t do anything," Sasha said, looking very innocent.

"I trust you, darling," Principal Michelle replied warmly. "Mrs. Gilberton, please fetch me Keller Keston in grade eleven."

"Sure, ma'am," Mrs. Gilberton replied and walked off.

Back in class, Tellyon flashed a wide grin. "Hey, KK."

"Hey, I’m Keller Keston — call me Kell for short," I said with a soft smile.

"I’m Tellyon Mark. Call me Telly. Come sit with me," she said, grabbing my backpack and placing it on the seat beside her.

Before I could respond, Mrs. Gilberton returned. "Sorry to interrupt your little chit-chat, but your presence is urgently needed in the principal’s office," she said, sounding serious.

I followed her down the hallway. My heart thumped, but I kept a calm face.

"Good day, Miss Keller," Principal Michelle said, smiling kindly.

"You and I both know that smile isn’t necessary," I replied. "We don’t like each other, so let’s skip the act."

"Sure," she replied, now expressionless.

"You’ve only been here a few hours and you’ve already provoked a fight," Principal Michelle said.

"If defending yourself from a racist counts as starting a fight, then maybe this school needs a better definition of discipline," I said calmly.

"Young lady, the moment you walked through that door, I knew you would be a nuisance," Principal Michelle said, visibly frustrated.

"Then why pretend to be all sweet earlier when my dad, Nick Keston, came in?"

"Because I wanted to give you a second chance," she snapped.

"Or maybe you just wanted the money he offered," I said, smirking.

"Principal, please relax," Mrs. Gilberton murmured.

"Stay out of this, Gilberton!" Michelle snapped.

"Millions of schools out there would be glad to take in a girl like me," I continued, ignoring the tension. "You don’t want me here? Fine. I didn’t ask to be."

Sasha, who had walked in unnoticed, gasped. "Then why didn’t you go to one of them?"

"You think I chose to come to this hellhole? That was my dad’s idea, not mine."

"How dare you call this school a hellhole!" Principal Michelle said, standing.

"Then what should I call it? A dungeon? A pigpen?"

"Just shut your mouth—"

"Or what? You’ll expel me? Please do. It’d save me the trouble."

Principal Michelle exhaled sharply, clearly trying to keep her composure.

"You’ve got a sharp tongue, Miss Keston. But let me make something clear — this school runs on rules, not attitude."

"And I run on truth, not pretense," I said, standing up.

She narrowed her eyes. "You're dismissed. For now."

I turned and walked out without a glance back, my heart racing. Not from fear — but from knowing this place would never be easy.